Sunday morning dawned relatively warm compared to the days before. Either that or my body was working so hard to filter out the toxins it felt warm :ohmy:
I sat by the fire to chat with a few of the boys and the smoke swung a full 180 and smashed me in the face. I stumbled back, changed seats and it did it again. The third time it got me those in attendance were cracking up so I took the hint and went back to bed to grab an extra hours sleep before making the trek back to Capertee. As for the mystery man on a bike that sounded a lot like a 650 with a custom pipe who decided to cut laps around my tent, Cheers :pinch:
As soon as I started riding the cool air combined with getting into the moment washed my hangover away. It was only on corners that I felt the ill effects of the night before but to be honest it didn’t bother me that much. I enjoy those nights so much and get so excited to see everyone that a little over indulgence was fine and a bit of morning discomfort was a small price to pay. Would I do it all again, you bet I would :woohoo:
My sweeping duties were done for the wekend so I settled into the mid pack and enjoyed the antics. The terrain varied alot and the route was well designed to cater for all levels. One section before the last big water crossings went for ages without any intersections and I was sitting on the back of Nickj for what felt like 20 k’s or so. It was open twin trail with some square edged rocks that hit you hard if you got off line. When we finally got droped on a corner we knew we would be in for a fair wait as the chance of getting the whole crew through that without a flat was almost impossible. Sure enough we could hear nothing coming so we sat down to wait.
From nowhere I was attcked by the most aggressive shit I have ever experienced. I was regretting not following TB for the morning run on the 690 and asked Nickj if he had any poo tickets. He didn’t so I held on as he tried to make me laugh and everytime he did I almost let the turtle escape. :blush:
After 20mins of hanging on the sweeps arived and we were gone. It was at this point that I realised that taking a dump was not the only thing I had forgotten to do in the morning as my bike spluttered to a stop. I turned the tap to reserve and with Nickj on the blue tooth I let him know that I may need to sacrifice my hydration hose and siphon some fuel.
I soon forgot about these two issues and the next deep crossing when my breather hose choked and my bike stalled in thigh deep water. By now Nickj was pissing himself and for the second time that day I nearly shat myself :whistle: I wasn’t on my own walking out ofthe creek as Bollocks on the same bike had the same issue and we walked out together. Mine started firts push and we were away. You reckon 250f’s feel light to ride then you should feel them with about 100ml of fuel in them :laugh: Amazingly just as we rode through Capertee my bike spluttered, I hit neutral, turned it off and rolled to a stop at Nickj’s ute. Gold!!!
To be continued
STM
The crap that TB and Micknmeld give each other to try and hide a deep love that we could never fully understand.
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